A week after our discussion at my apartment, I sat on Andrew’s lap in his home office as he read reports about the latest vampiric attacks. I tried to not look at the computer screen, worried that images of the victims might trigger one of my attacks. Fortunately, the Newton’s cradle on Andrew’s desk served as a decent distraction.
Andrew’s arm snaked around my waist. I leaned back against his torso and closed my eyes, enjoying the peace of this moment. His lips found my neck and pressed gently against my jugular vein.
“Thank you for spending the day with me,” he whispered into my skin.
I smiled.
“Thank you for working from home.”
His free hand slowly made its way from my knee up to my inner thigh. My breath caught in my throat.
“You know,” he said in my ear, “I could use a little br
